All White All Black (feat. Cookie Money) Lyrics

Yeah it's Philthy nigga
Cook with that shit dope
Pullin' up on this puss
Everything white
Everything black
Everything paid for
Lah, lookAll my foreigns white nigga
I was cookin' that white nigga
Feds tryna indict nigga
Get a hold, hood life nigga
Dopeys ain't my type nigga
You made a hoe yo wife nigga
Bust down this ice nigga
You have a cup of my Sprite nigga
All my foreigns black nigga
Same color of my strap nigga
I was in a trap nigga
Double up, get back nigga

Wound from we smack niggas
Cold pinch drug dealers
Watch me make a million
While they whippin' coke up in the kitchenI was a underdog on the Murder Dubs
Thirty six when I started to rob
In the kitchen with the burner off
We stacked on 'em, that's a murder car
Pullin' up in these white foreigns
Hit those black with the right arms
These chains on, I'd die for
If you have to hit the trap, we have a side door
Got a side bitch, them I'm beller
Door to door the bitch with the long fella
Effin' in with the chrome barrel
If I could meet the plug in 98 Valero
Twenty four, sittin' on the wraith
It gets bad, but now it's in the play
Woofer tap a nose on a paper plate
Now it's twenty thou sittin' in the sack
These diamond chains they dangle
Rosé? No, Cîroc mango
Get Jose for the yayo
Hunnid bricks in the guy's Durango
Now I sign with the birdman
But I'm in the kitchen with the birds man
Cookin' dope outta burnt pan
All day, till I got a hurt hand
All my foreigns white nigga
I was cookin' that white nigga
Feds tryna indict nigga
Get a hold, hood life nigga
Dopeys ain't my type nigga
You made a hoe yo wife nigga
Bust down this ice nigga
You have a cup of my Sprite niggaAll my foreigns black nigga
Same color of my strap nigga
I was in a trap nigga
Double up, get back nigga
Wound from we smack niggas
Cold pinch drug dealers
Watch me make a million
While they whippin' coke up in the kitchenStreets talkin', cookin' filthy, I hear phone, get naked
They gettin' money, they the richest outta Oakland with it
Smokin' dope in the Ghost, yo bitch suckin' dick
Youngest nigga in my city, Patek on my wrist
All black foreigns, forty zoned all my shit
Glock 27, thirty shots and all these clips
I got it all on my own you can't tell me shit
Old niggas hated on me but they tax on zip
I stack my money on 'em niggas till I copped them red
Same niggas fail love, now I serve 'em shit
You ain't stayin' out the way, you fell in love with the bitch
In the streets all day, I fell in love with gettin' richAll my foreigns white nigga
I was cookin' that white nigga
Feds tryna indict nigga
Get a hold, hood life nigga
Dopeys ain't my type nigga
You made a hoe yo wife nigga
Bust down this ice nigga
You have a cup of my Sprite niggaAll my foreigns black nigga
Same color of my strap nigga
I was in a trap nigga
Double up, get back nigga
Wound from we smack niggas
Cold pinch drug dealers
Watch me make a million
While they whippin' coke up in the kitchen
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